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Apr 3, 2011

Sailing & Boating Short Story's

San Juan Islands short stories
Keeping anchored


If you find yourself at this page, don't be alarmed, the Sailingthesanjuans website is where you have landed.  This page is simply some scary nautical (or not) stories at the very end of the postings.  To get back to the business of the site, simply click the heading at the top, or the home button on the bottom, or click on any of the many titles on the sides.  Or you could scroll down and read some stories. The stories are about boating and are set in the San Juan Islands.

Fueled by imagination, time to write, and drawing a little from real-life experiences, I have jotted down some quick stories.  They are more or less truthful except for the obvious deviations from reality.  

Coast Guard boat:

The sudden roar of high-speed motors throttling down sent a ripple of tension through the group. Heads snapped toward the sound just in time to catch sight of the sleek, fast-response boat from Bellingham dropping off plane as it approached the cove.

"Holy ****," Mack muttered, his voice barely audible over the fading engines. "There’s someone you don’t want chasing you." His gaze locked onto the vessel, his face grim.